Master Mo's beloved wife

"Bang!"

The door was slammed open and then slammed shut.

Qin Xiaolou watched him leave, and then he suddenly sat on the floor feebly.

She was so afraid that she could not help saying the words "I love you". Tears slowly slipped down her face, hit the floor and spattered out sad shadows.

In such a big room, she was the only one left.

Autumn day has begun to cool, the chill slowly climbed up her calf, invaded the bone marrow, like a thick needle, scraping her bone marrow.

What a similar scene.

Winter more than ten years ago.

At that time, Mo QingHan was her closest brother.

Mohist mansion is not as magnificent as it is today, and it has long been unable to see the traces of depreciation in the past.

Mo Mu blames her for breaking her beloved vase and punishes her to stand outside the door.

It seemed colder than today. She only wore a single dress and stood outside the door, shivering and weeping.

"Xiaolou!"

It was quiet all around, and suddenly there was a familiar voice.

She turns around in surprise and sees brother QingHan standing by the door secretly with a coat in her hand

"This is XiuXiu's coat. Put it on first."

She was very cold, but her heart was warm at that moment, like drinking a cup of warm realgar wine, her whole body was warm, and her face was red and warm.

"Thank you, brother." After she took it, she hastened him back.

If found by her parents, they will be unhappy. She doesn't want to make Mo angry because of herself.

Mo QingHan suddenly ran over, took her hand, wrapped her little hand tightly in his palm, and rubbed it up and down

"It's so cold. Watch out for a cold."

His face flushed in the evening wind, but his smile was as warm as the April sun.

"It's OK. I'm not cold. Go back quickly." She said stubbornly.

Around, there is a cold wind blowing from time to time, which makes the fallen leaves in the yard clatter.

She said, can not help but sneeze, resounded in the quiet yard.

"I just have an itchy nose!" She still has a stiff tongue.

"You silly girl."

That year, he was only 14 years old, and he gave her clothes like a little adult.

She sucked her nose and looked at Mo QingHan greedily. It seemed that the cold night was not so hard because of his appearance.

But later.

Time seemed to draw a long gap between him and her.

This is she is still standing in the same place, the other he has long disappeared in her sight.

Even so, it is enough for her to pursue for a lifetime.

The room is cold, cold, cold is not cold, Qin Xiaolou crying, slowly sink into the dream.

In the dream, those past time, like a lantern in her mind switch.

Those ups and downs all of a sudden taste a time, in the dream presents a bizarre posture.

She frowned deeply, and suddenly a dazzling white light appeared in front of her eyes. It was really annoying.

"Who is it? I can't even sleep!"

Her heart has grievances, as if at this time to find a vent window, suddenly opened her eyes, it was found that the side of the mobile phone in the dark flashing Yingying light.

"Xiaolou, I have sent the information you want to your mailbox."

It's Li Wenhao's wechat, which he sent... Is the traffic accident information of that year.

Qin Xiaolou suddenly got up from the ground and quickly turned on the computer.

The fluorescence on the screen was faintly projected on her face.

You can see all her joys and sorrows.

At this time, her eyes are too calm, even without a trace of emotion.

It's more like having prepared for the worst, everything is hard to shake her heart.

"Mo XiuXiu, I'll see you at the old local coffee shop. I have something to talk to you about Mo QingHan."

She sent a text message out, only with Mo light cold, according to the style of Mo XiuXiu, she can't not attend.

Everything was in her expectation.

In the coffee shop.

The melodious sound of the piano reverberated slowly in the air.

The table and chair made of Teng LAN is a long necked vase with a delicate rose in it.

The tables here are separated by green plants, which adds a sense of tranquility.

It seems to let people back to the afternoon of childhood, a tall tree, a group of friends under the tree to take a collective cool.

It's a pity to be here.

Qin Xiaolou stirs the coffee in front of her, and Mo XiuXiu rushes forward.

"Pa!"

She slapped the bag on the table domineering, "Qin Xiaolou, what the hell are you doing?"

"Mo XiuXiu, I suggest you sit down first, because you may not want to hear what I'm going to say next." She looked up, her mouth slightly raised.

"Just you?" Mo XiuXiu snorted coldly, "Qin Xiaolou, I never pay attention to you. I don't want to hear a word you say."

"Yes? What if I said it was about a car accident ten years ago? " She asked.

Mo XiuXiu is about to refute the words frozen in the mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, I forget that Miss Mo is always forgetful. I may forget what I have done."

Qin Xiaolou said coldly, "why don't I remind you how song Xiaoxian died in those years?"

"Fox spirit, if it wasn't for you to seduce brother QingHan, how could sister Xiaoxian have been stimulated to run out? It was all because of you. You killed sister Xiaoxian!"

She looked at Qin Xiaolou scornfully, and her eyes clearly said that she had the face to mention it?

"Yes? But I recently heard some news that song Xiaoxian's death was not an accident, but someone deliberately did it. "

Qin Xiaolou said quietly, "you say, if Mo QingHan heard these news, what would he think?"

"What do you mean? Qin Xiaolou, I think you are crazy. I don't want to talk with you crazy man! " She got up and tried to go out.

"Mo XiuXiu, if I were you, I should sit down now." She said.

Mo XiuXiu stopped and said in a sharp voice, "what do you mean? Are you threatening me? "

"So what? Mo XiuXiu, if you have no ghost in your heart, how can you be afraid of drinking a cup of coffee? " Qin Xiaolou said.

"You

Mo XiuXiu's face turns white. She grabs the handbag in a panic. The edge of the high-end logo is in place. Otherwise, according to her strength, she has to stick it into the meat.

She said, "Qin Xiaolou, are you cheating me?"

Qin Xiaolou looked at the coffee on the table in silence.

"Ha ha!"

Mo XiuXiu's pale face suddenly raised a disdainful smile. She came back slowly, and her high-heeled shoes made a clear sound on the ground.

"Then I'll drink it for you!"